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==== Sonoran desert 020171123 to 020171206 ====

Excerpts from [[https://medium.com/@foam/dust-and-shadow-field-notes-2-3a4542feeecd|Dust and Shadow Fieldnotes #2]] by Maja Kuzmanovic and Nik Gaffney

We spent two weeks on and around ASU — immersed in university life and surrounded by urban sprawl — inquiring about the relationships between people and the desert. Uncovering the mythical foundations of contemporary lifestyles. Seeking out counter-myths more closely attuned to the desert environment. From time to time we would follow the edges between city and desert. Searching for sites of dust and shadow, where the city-desert and the wilderness-desert entwine. 

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We followed the shadows along the abandoned “Cut” of a railway that was not to be, in the remains of utility poles, in the cairns beneath a flight path and a wetland between two highways. We traced a path of divination. In the delirium of heat and jetlag, we hiked into the Superstitions in search of the mythical source of dust storms, finding enigmatic petroglyphs and a dry creek bed. From our higher vantage point the city became a mirage, merging into the hazy plain punctuated by saguaro cacti. Centuries of civilisation evaporated in that mirage. 

Sacred objects, collected materials and traces of the desert across suburbia became text. A tuft of coyote’s fur, a date, a red rock, a cholla spike, and a drop of mezcal, drunk with friends under the vast, darkening skies.

<blockquote>Deserts possess a particular magic, since they have exhausted their own futures, and are thus free of time.
—J.G. Ballard. The Atrocity Exhibition</blockquote>

**List 1**\\
C14 Clocks\\
Mythologies\\
Xenogenesis\\
City and the City\\
Reclaiming animism\\
Governing the Commons\\
Anthropology in the time of the Anthropocene\\
The mushroom at the end of the world\\
The Enchantment of Modern Life\\
Body ritual among the Nacirema\\
The good natured feminist\\
The last angel of history\\
Customs in Common\\
Humankind\\
Anathem\\
2312\\

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Here we are, working on a project funded by the Global Institute of Sustainability, looking at environmental issues in the region. Even our short commute across Tempe suggests that environmental issues are an inextricable part of entangled social, economic and political realities. "Arms trading, dictatorships and murder are environmental politics." points out China Miéville. They cannot be separated from pollution, climate change and renewable energy targets.

<blockquote>The Anthropocene is the time at which the human becomes truly thinkable in a non-teleological, non-metaphysical sense. The waste products in Earth’s crust are also the human in this expanded, spectral sense, as if what the human becomes is a flickering ghost surrounded by a penumbra of flickering shadows that seem to hover around it like a distorted halo.
–Tim Morton, Humankind</blockquote>

What are the environmental politics in the North American South West, specifically to life in the desert? What are the implications for the people, plants, plastics (etc) and the environment they live in? What peculiar futures or parallel presents exist in this “Valley of the Sun”? What new worlds can emerge from a region swayed by the unpredictability of heatwaves, poor water distribution and over-enthusiastic promises of the tech industry?

<blockquote>[T]he importance of propositions is not limited to matters of truth and falsity.  Language is used to evoke attention to features of the world that another person may be missing.  Perhaps someone wants me to look up at a branch in a nearby tree.  She has propositional feelings of a rare bird being there.  Her interest may be in my entertaining the same proposition, but the most effective method may be just to point with a certain expression on her face, or to say “look quick” with some excitement.  These gestures may lead to the result better than the sober statement that there is a rare bird there.   Of course, it may be that the proposition the speaker entertained was false.   Perhaps the bird in the tree is of a common species. […] The propositional feeling is always clothed in some emotional tone.  These are often communicated with the propositions.” 
– Gorgias Romero, That is interesting but is it true </blockquote>

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We travelled through layers of signals, systems and stories in search of the hardened sediment of metaphoric undercurrents. The libertarian ethos and protestant work-ethic ration desert time into the neurotic drip and trickle of temporal scarcity. Time is submitted to a relentless economic valuation. Work must continue, no matter the conditions, in the “Sand of the Free, Sprawl of the Brave”. Idleness is still considered the devil’s playground, siestas close to sacrilege. The distrust of “elites” and rhetoric of self-reliance encourage a culture of conservative individualists and a precarious belief in the Dominion of Man over Earth.

<blockquote>To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness
-Ursula Leguin, The Left Hand of Darkness </blockquote>


Water rights and food sovereignty stretch public infrastructure close to breaking point. Environmental problems tend to be tackled as single issues with inventive technological solutions. 

<blockquote>Bear in mind that everything that exists is already fraying at the edges, and in transition, subject to fragmentation and to rot.
-Marcus Aurelius, Meditations</blockquote>


Yet a larger conundrum remains; Phoenix exists far from equilibrium, requiring massive external inputs for its continued existence. Despite the desert, not within the desert. Holding onto an idealised image of urban life, haunted by the shadow of its possible demise. Water, power and other essentials imported from afar to keep up an appearance of a stable oasis. The myth of the Wild West in a desert on demand. 

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<blockquote>I have also tried to make the desert my own. But none us will be able to capture and resell the lonely magic. That belongs to the High Desert and to experience it, you will have to let yourself get lost.
– Ivy Pochoda, In the California Desert
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The purity (and dread) of the Wilderness kept at arms length, only to be occasionally appropriated for solitary transcendence, urbophobian escapism and utopian experimentation. Where both nascent and long gone ways of life overlap, a “Tech Bro Guru” becomes “The polyamourous cult leader” of Sedona wrapping a very contemporary hollowness around huckster tricks and Barnum effects. Alongside King Clone (the unassuming 11,700 year old creosote bush) lie the ruins of a vanished Pueblo Grande. And yet, here too could be found the American Gods, time-unbinding desert monks and the Dionisian world of the Carnivàle.


<blockquote>All is shadow mixed with dust, and there’s no voice but in the sounds made by what the wind lifts up or sweeps forward, nor silence except from what the wind abandons.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet</blockquote>

**List 2**\\
The Wilderness Act\\
The dark mountain\\
Hope in the dark\\
Ecology of Mind\\
The Imperative\\
Solarpunk\\
Dust studies\\
Dark ecology\\
Book of Sand\\
Minutes to midnight\\
Too like the lightning\\
In praise of shadows\\
Autobiography of Red\\
Staying with the trouble\\

<blockquote>In this time of diminished expectations, I look for disturbance-based ecologies in which many species sometimes live together without either harmony or conquest. 
—Anna Tsing, The Mushroom at the End of the World</blockquote>

<blockquote>I am not interested in reconciliation or restoration, but I am deeply committed to the more modest possibilities of partial [multispecies] recuperation and getting on together. Call that staying with the trouble, (...) with less denial and more experimental justice.
—Donna Haraway, Staying with the trouble</blockquote>

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We reached Shadow Belmont. A place deeply familiar with shade. Shade architecture, shaded transport, sheltered time. A cityscape layered with a latticework of porches, pergolas, verandas, galleries, awnings, canopies, umbrellas and trees. From above the city looks like a desert garden. The shade of the high canopy stands on cactimorphic succulent pillars, doubling as public water sources. Closer to the ground, multi-trunked mesquite marquees diffuse light across outdoor kitchens and intimate courtyards. The ubiquitous antennae of the place mingle with soaring ocotillo vines, their cabling protected by dessicated saguaro skeletons. 

<blockquote>BUILDINGS SELF-AGGREGATED OUT OF ANGLES AND shade
–China Miéville, Kraken</blockquote>

A city in a city living the experiential time of spiders, snakes and saguaro. The variable abundance of time is sensed and modulated by the antennae-centric tech industry. Deep listening technologies. Nomad tech on smart grids accustomed to oscillations of resources. 

<blockquote>… machines themselves – rather than destroying aura or hastening the disenchantment of the world – were granted an uncanny power to animate the inanimate, to emancipate and spiritualise “vibrant matter.” The powers of technology triggered aspirations toward an intersubjectivity that would embrace more than just humans; they lent support to the view that all elements of the world would participate in a single, living, intelligent, and perhaps divine substance. (...) Rethinking technology meant rethinking the basis of the social bond and the order of the universe and, potentially, living very different lives. Updated to the present, mechanical romanticism suggests that even if solutions must be small and local, they require a conceptual and aesthetic frame that is deep and wide." 
- John Tresch, Romantic Machine</blockquote>

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This place does not shy away from its own shadow. The shadows of dust storms, water shortages, gun-slinging individualism, heat delirium and venomous critters, the fickleness of the desert and its inhospitable heart. The nameless dust clouds and rocky outcrops, the social insects in their frantic mounds. The shy reptilian monsters and the passive-aggressive chollas. The gloomy spirits of cell towers and brooding pygmy owls. 

<blockquote> Spectrality, the way a thing keeps exceeding itself, or is displaced from itself, or is ecstatically outside itself (ekstasis, “ex-sistence”), doesn’t just belong to human being […] Humankind is flickering, displaced from itself, ecstatic, rippling and dappled with shadows. Shadows made not only by some other entity interacting with it, like the sun through the trees, but shadows that are an intrinsic part of the thing.” 
–Timothy Morton. Human Kind </blockquote>

Occult sciences, fictocriticism, coven studies and dust theory are common fields of study. Entrepreneurial alchemists embrace the long process of transforming zombie-utopias into compost for regenerative heterotopias. 

With drought cycles lengthening, water tokens fluctuating and heat waves becoming less predictable, self-reliance is gradually giving way to the security of commons management, stewarding the preciousness of life, in a desert teeming with life.

**List 3**\\
A Practical Guide to Unconscious Reasoning\\
Into the universe of technical images\\
Panpsychism & Noumenautics\\
The word for world is forest\\
How forests think\\
Q is for Quicken\\
Point Omega\\
Ventus\\
Finite media\\
Crystal radio\\
Geology of media\\
Romantic machines\\



<blockquote>As the day comes to an end, the twilight dissolves the surfaces, absorbing their colors, leaving their reflections suspended in space. The luminous transparency in open spaces condenses into beams and phosphorescence. Things lose their separatedness. The shadows advance over the colors and the contours that they outlined are lost. Darkness infiltrates the landscape, obliterating its paths and filling up its open planes. Overhead the blue of the atmosphere recedes and the starlights drift over unmeasurable distances.
—Alphonso Lingis, The Imperative</blockquote>

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